My eyes dart to him and my blocked door, while I pocket the Skittles, holding the can, my other hand goes to my thigh, hand on the knife handle.
“That’s none of your business, now, is it?” I cockily reply, knowing I shouldn’t piss him off, but not giving a fuck. I’m tiredof men thinking they run shit. Thinking they have authority over women and can let their balls swing freely.
He laughs at me, and that just pisses me off even more. Not giving a fuck, I unsheathe my knife, bringing it out from under my coat. “Fuck with me and I’ll cut your dick off and make you choke on it.”
“Well, don’t you have a vulgar little mouth?” He takes a step closer to me, and I take a step back. Not letting him get any closer to me.
He taps on my car hood. “You shouldn’t be out late and by yourself. There are bad people out here.”
I squint my eyes at him, trying to make out the size difference of the person I spotted in the woods, but how did they get to me so fast? No one was behind me.
I’m confused when he backs away from my car door until he gets to the trunk. Not saying a word, he turns around and hops into his truck. I look at the license plate, trying to singe the numbers into my memory.
As he pulls away, he smiles at me, showing his teeth, and in that moment, I can feel all the blood drain from my face. I’ve seen that smile a million times, even in my dreams. It’s a smile I want to see on my deathbed, but it’s on the wrong man…
Hurrying into the car, I lock the doors, laying the knife on my lap. I don’t move from my spot. I sit. So many thoughts are floating through my mind. I shake them off, but they won’t go away. That man could have been an older, smaller Luca, without the beard.
Complete silence and confusion filled the next two and a half hours back to the apartment. When I pull up to the spot I vacated hours ago, I don’t even know how I made it back here. My eyes barely stay open as the sun makes its appearance. I drag myself up the stairs, hearing Roxy barking.
“Fuck.” I remember I left the guns in the car. I hurriedly grab Roxy’s leash before we head back downstairs, letting her do her business, before grabbing the guns and ammo, leaving the rope where it lay.
Finally, after I take care of Roxy, I fall onto the bed, and tiredness wins out, taking me under.
Chapter Thirty-two
Luca
My nerves are on high alert. I feel like my body has a frequency flowing through it. I can’t sit still. So, I do the only thing I can: I pace.
“Please, for the love of God, be still. Every fucking time,” Thomas complains from his bed, acting like this isn’t the biggest fucking job we’ve ever done.
I stop immediately, looking at him. He’s cocked back, hands behind his head. “You do know if I make one fucking wrong move, it’s all over with. This isn’t like the others. This is a fucking cartel leader, Thomas. A man who can blink and shit is gone.” I can’t help the volume of my voice, but he needs to understand the shit I’m under right now. My whole life… Rowan’s life depends on me making it out in one piece.
“This isn’t anything you haven’t done before, Brother. The only difference is how high up this man is. That’s it.” He says it so confidently. I wish I could steal some of it from him, because I’m not confident. I won’t admit it to them, but this one makes me nervous.
Without a word, I put in my earbuds and head to the gym downstairs. The treadmill is free; hell, the whole damn place is free. No other person is in here but me. I don’t know how they keep their gym equipment with how fucked up the motel is.
I run, not stopping until my legs feel like Jello. Sweat is pouring from me. My heart is going a million miles a minute.Falling to the ground, stretching my legs, as music blares in my ears. The whole time I was running, Rowan’s face was the only picture I was seeing. Running to her was my objective, but she just kept getting farther away…out of reach.
We’re not making entry until night falls, which means I still have hours to wait and wonder. Let the what-ifs fuck with my mind.
I’ve killed high-ranking men, but with this job tonight, I could have the whole fucking world after me. Aiden is the most notorious crime boss around. Everything has to be done to a T.
I take my time making my way back to the room, and when I enter, both Thomas and Weeks are in a heated discussion. I don’t stop to hear what they’re talking about, I just head to the shower.
The steam fills up the small bathroom in no time, as I let the hot water hit my back, soothing my aches from the awful mattress I slept on last night. One thing also different about this trip, we’re in a seedy motel, where you can buy pussy and crack from the same person. Something in me told me to vier from our normal routine, so I did. And the guys didn’t ask a question about it. They just trusted my judgement.
Washing every inch of my body, my nose fills with the scent of the cheap soap the motel leaves out, massaging my sore legs in the process. Water trails down my face as I’m cleaning my dick, and before I know it, it comes to life. “Seriously, you pick this moment?” I talk down to it. Palming my shaft, encircling my hand around it, my veins popping out from the pressure, imagining it's Rowan’s pussy that’s squeezing me tightly. Images of her flash through like a highlight reel of my favorite times with her. How she moans my name, the way her hands scratch down my back. My pace quickens, my mouth falls open, catching random droplets of water while I’m panting, my release emerging. The way she squirts on my cock has me shooting cumdown the shower drain, my legs quaking. I pump myself a few more times before I can’t take it any longer, satisfied, my dick twitching with aftershock.
The tile shower wall becomes my leaning post, resting my forehead against it, waiting for the water to run cold before I get out.
“It’s a fucking motel; it will not run out,” I mutter to myself before stepping out into the steam-filled bathroom, wiping the mirror off with my hand, seeing myself, beard dripping water all over the floor, my hands make contact with the chip peeling sink, before I lean in, my eyes scanning my face, seeing my father in the reflection staring back at me. I smile, showing my teeth, and see his. We have the same canine tooth that pokes out a bit more than the others.
Pushing away from the sink, I quickly dry myself off before wrapping my towel around me and exiting the bathroom.
“Where’s your clothes?” Thomas asks from the window he was looking out. I see his eyes scanning me. “Matter of fact, where’s your fucking shoes? This floor is disgusting; there’s no telling what diseases it’s crawling with.” His face is pure disgust, but I just walk across the carpet, not paying it or him any mind, before I hop onto the hard-ass bed.
“Wake up; it’s showtime.”
